Today’s blog is about my finger. Specifically, the middle finger on my right hand.
This particular finger had a bad day yesterday. It had such a bad day that it was constantly tempted to make a particular gesture that the third finger alone is capable of delivering. But it didn’t. Much.
Even though it would have been well within its rights to get angry. For it lost its faithful friend; my beloved ring.
Last night I realised that my ring had fallen off. It’s not worth anything; I bought it for £9 on a trip to Edinburgh last Christmas. But it occupied a special place on my hand and in my heart and, without sounding melodramatic, the thought that I have lost it forever makes my heart ache, just a little.
It was a four-leaf clover design. I bought it shortly after my grandad passed away, when everything in the world seemed gloomy and dark, and I was desperate for some light and good luck. By some miracle, it fit and it stayed on my finger for the next year. Until yesterday.
Do you ever look back on a day and think that someone tried to let you know what was about to happen? A cosmic hint? In the gym yesterday lunchtime I accidentally smacked my hand against a locker, bruising the aforementioned finger. My ring kept rubbing against the sore soft, and on multiple occasions I thought about taking it off, only to get distracted by something else.
I wish I had listened to my cosmic hint. My finger is now completely bare as well as bruised and, as silly as this sounds, the thought that it is gone for good brings a tear to my eye. My luck has been so much better since I bought that ring and it had become part of me. I may ring my riding school tomorrow, just in case, by some small miracle, someone found it. Hopefully my four-leaf clover will live up to its name and use its luck just once more, to find its way back home.
I do hope so.
Have you ever lost anything sentimental? I’m going to make a little plea to the law of karma: if one of my readers is missing something precious, please let them find it. I lost my ring, so I think that’s only fair.